A clipping from a newpaper Stuck in the back of a baby book "David C. Williams... The infant son of Lora and Walt... Died from congential heart failure..." She talked for an hour about him He lived only 10 days He could not walk Crawl, feed on its own... It could not speak My mother loved him anyway Tears streaked down her face I also cried for the brother I never met Never had... He'd be 23 years old And I wouldn't be sitting here Writing this without him
Reason for writing:
My parentes first born died...They only wanted two children and needless to say I am the youngest one here. If he wouldn't have passed on I just wouldn't be here at all.
Birth sign: Libra
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